sight

Sometimes I wonder why I'm able to see certain things.
ignorance is far worse than anything else...but sight brings about too many responsabilities.
Moving around shows you a couple of things...opens eyes and streches your mind.
The infinite knowledge either hardens your heart or breaks it into pieces..pieces that as they're gathered, they add whatever they've gained while being apart.
Soon enough you realize that you have more in you than you had before.
then the fear settles....
the fear of not responding to those pieces that have been added.
the fear to be blinded to them
the fear to forget...

even worse

the fear to fail to the responsabilities of the one abel to see

now I see...what am I supposed to do..make you see it too?

but what is IT?

IT is you....is the one sitting next to you...is the one accross from the street..the quiet, the loud, the shy, the outgoing, the funny, the grumpy,...

IT is me...

and

IT is you...

open up your eyes...uncross your arms...put them down...

and SEE